May 2013
4 posts
April 2013
3 posts
March 2013
1 post
3 tags
Insomniac Blues
Awake until dawn Switching sleep until eyes are weary At wrong times of day Getting off All out of whack Embarrassed by that A bit of Johnny’s fervor and humor A cocktail from a tiny plastic cup Sticking the tip of your tongue into the very bottom To lick every last red drop up Going into the bathroom with your book and your Phone in case a message comes while you’re not at home...
February 2013
2 posts
December 2012
1 post
November 2012
6 posts
October 2012
1 post
September 2012
14 posts
The Loaves and Der Fishies
I sawr a worm man wrrrrriggling
his fingers pinching out the last piece of his
satisfied
pie.
I sawr him eating every bloody bit
his hams hawing away at each savory morsel of his
third
eye.
I sawr two farm girls running
through the stinking swalor of the half
moon
sky.
I sawr them twitch and scratch at head
like poor Tom o’Bedlam up on the stage
near
by.
I sawr a young...
1 tag
No Limbo
It’s like I’ve been chasing you for years Running behind you Breathless And now I’ve given up and I’m strolling behind you Watching you begin to disappear Around the bend
A year ago I would have fallen on my sword revealing all of the emptiness pouring out from ‘neath my wounds that wouldn’t heal for months
But now I play the Tarot and understand why the Page...
“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
– Bukowski (via sarahpoetica)
The Things We Cannot Say.
There are many things
we cannot say. But we think we think them
anyway.
And we do.
Think things about the things we want and could not have but have them
anyway.
And we do.
Make plans to do the things we want to have the freedom
anyway.
But we don’t
And so there are the things we cannot say even if we think them
anyway.
And we will.
We’ll think them on and on until we’ve gone for...
Bastard
I was born a bastard
So I will take the new last name of
Snow
Born in the heat of lughnasadh
After a hasty nuptial in the
Dead drifts of winter on the anniversary of your Mother’s
Birth
A festive time it is,
The coming into being
Of beings.
But what of the going out of being?
I wish to take the black
Be a crow
Rhyme the true last
Name
I was given to legitimize illegitimacy
I...
Neato.
I just found out that Isaac Asimov lived in my former house on Lowell St. In MA for five years in the 1950s! I now attribute my prolific writing (100+ prose poems in one year) to the ghost of his literary spirit.
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Blue Moon Mountain Stomp
A week ago the whole blue moon could have swallowed me as I came careening down the side of a mountain
instead of feeling the bigness of that I played “what if?” and came out of the tunnel with guns blazing
My cowboy hat was askew though so I had to dig in my spurs and let the breeze blow right up my skirt
The Great Justifier picked up sticks and carried them in a bundle on...
May 2012
1 post
The end of the affair.
In the churning pit of my stomach are the glowing hot embers of the end of my affairs.
Tidying up the last minute details.
Letting my son brush my hair until it’s smooth again, though my spirit has been twisted into unmanageable, hateful, impossible knots.
No one is patient enough to follow the string to its rightful length.
I write farewell letters and then realize there’s no one...
April 2012
6 posts
Matter
When I come to I find myself standing in the kitchen.
My hands are busy wiping, straightening, organizing. My mind is numb.
I am staring straight ahead perhaps gazing apathetically at a pile of dust or papers or thoughts that have crept in to wound me again.
I am not even sure what has called me out of this stupor.
Maybe it was one of the thoughts, like a shout through a thick glass door.
It...
2 tags
Left Bank
Left bank I’m waiting for someone
Someone to be my friend
Outside traffic’s running slowly
I hear it from my window
Without you I’m getting lost
Without you there’s no release
I can’t hold the sun
I can’t hold the sun
It’s raining
Love is not around me
How can it get so cold
Homesick
This is how I feel now
This is how you left me
Without...
2 tags
T
Let me breathe for you.
Let me know you too.
Let me take the pain from you.
Oh…
And let me see you through your eyes
I will be at your side.
I’ll surround you
And protect you.
Let me glow with you
And I will cut all the blues
To decorate your room.
Oh…
Let us consciously decide
That we will be each others guides
To navigate the room.
Oh…
Ooh…...
1 tag
Adrift
Your silence is an ocean
That I bob helplessly in
Adrift among the flotsam
Who nibble at my toes
I hold no hope of rescue
So I close my eyes and let go
If the lonely moan of a mayday
Startles me conscious
I’ll give you a bleary eyed weary wave
And begin to sink
Into the arms
Of Davy Jones
1 tag
Beast
What do I do with this raging beast of anger that stands guard in the hollow of my chest?
When I think of how I spoke to you my fears of losing my footing forever.
You pulled the rug.
I want to forgive you and not hold this furious devil’s hand but you’ve left me stranded in an ocean of worry and longing and despair.
I want to bite at you and spit and shout and scream.
You did...
March 2012
5 posts
1 tag
Picasso, did you dream me up?
Am I one of your nudes?
Dickens, did you dream me up?
Am I one of your neurotic caricatures of a woman?
Mozart, did you dream me up?
Am I one of your recitatives?
Nietzsche, did you dream me up?
Am I one of your empty things?
Yes. I am your nude.
Yes. I am your neurotic caricature of a woman.
Yes. I am your recitative.
Yes. I am your empty things.
It is my turn to dream you up.
...
1 tag
Look at me...
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree i make tiny mewling calls
if i jump down to the
ground i will crack and splatter a little mass of fur and bone and blood so i cling to this branch
my claws deeply embedded
i draw the tree’s sap from its source i don’t know how i got here
i look back along the
...
February 2012
1 post
A night in which our nine souls collide.
Three
And
Three
And
Three
How symmetrical we like to be
And that which is nine from biblical seven and binary two
Or satanical six and trinity divine
We’ve come right down the line
We planted a seed in the center of the
Marriage bed
And waited for it to bloom
But it took so long that we fell
Into a deep dreamy slumber
And woke up
I the shade of our bodhi tree
Growing now...
January 2012
1 post
1 tag
go home
i can’t come home
my homelessness belongs
to you
to music
there is a tiny tendril of a violin
coming up like a newborn blade
of
grass
love me all the time and never leave me
please come on back to me you’re lonely as can be
you sing
that is what began the axe
fall
a swift
thwack
as the blade severed
you
that’s when it hurt me
please remember
fragmented
...
December 2011
2 posts
Passed Over
I passed over the ghost of a house
When I walked by I think I felt the memory
Rippling under my feet
It’s frightening to face a new year alone
No one is home and the phone keeps on ringing
You can fix it so that you can see who’s calling
But you can never be sure that the person who’s calling is the person who will answer
There are things you can be sure of
But they slip...
Gone, again.
I am laying softly
In the biting quiet of my
Declarations of
Independence.
You turned your head and nodded
Going off into the sparkling
Sunset of my dreamworlds.
You remain the Dream King, there
And rule with an iron fist
Feeling the terrible pangs of
Loss
And weeping over your queen’s burial mound.
You call forth the shamans
Ancient spectors of my ancestry
Seers of the truth....
November 2011
17 posts
Unexpected Twist
A floppy weird
Fish is
Wrrrrriggling
On the end of your hook.
You can’t be sure that you
Are entirely
Responsible for
Its long demise.
When first you
Cast out your
Gossamer line
You hoped for that telltale tug.
But eventually you had to admit
That you may
Have misjudged things
A bit.
But it was
through no fault
Of your own
You couldn’t expect each permutation
...
